The Problematic Prince

e was willing to be particularly generous.

The view of the beautiful spring landscape became hazy, but she held back her tears with her eyes wide open.
She didn’t want to cry because of such a person.
A father who treated his helpless relative, who was not yet living up to her age……

“Father.”

She muttered without realizing.
She had forgotten about him for a long time, but she was sure he still existed in this world.

‘Yes, father!’

Blinking her eyes, she leapt from her chair.
The strings of the unclasped apron fluttered along with the spring breeze.

What woke Björn was the noise outside, which even closed panes and thick curtains could not block.
The loud cheer that began in the river flowing next to the grand reservoir filled the dim bedroom.

He tried to sleep again with his head buried under a pillow and a cushion, but he finally gave in.

“Peppy crazy bastards.”

Björn walked out of his bed, spouting abusive language.
When he slid the curtain covering the western window, he spotted a group of people practicing rowing on the other side of the river.

Every summer, on river Abit, which flowed across the city and into the sea, a rowing game of nobles was held.
It was hard to do anything because the summers were too long to hold up buttery parties and gossip, but the problem was that the river was close to a large reservoir.
It was difficult to get accustomed to this terrible noise from the spring when the practices usually began.

Leaning obliquely against the window, Björn’s disgusted gaze sat on a narrow boat, glaring at the enthusiastic boys atop.

‘You could rather have sex if you couldn’t control your overflowing energy, you maniacs.’

It would be a much more beneficial hobby than a fleeing task when they needed to sweat unnecessarily.
In the worst case scenario, they could even leave at least one child to make a minor contribution to the rise in the power of the kingdom’s growth.
Of course, it would be a headache in personal history, but the tragedy of the uncontrolled fools was none of his business.

Taking a sip of warm water from the table, Björn turned around, running his fingers through his messy hair.
Wrapping a robe around him, he rang the bell that called his butler, Greg.

Greg, who was well aware of the reason for the bell ringing at noon, rushed to report before his master asked.

“The number of the teams participating this year increased, which made it a little noisier.”

Chuckling at the tragic news, Björn added.

“They’re very enthusiastic about Leonid Denyster about winning the championship, and a bunch of lunatics being bridesmaids.”
“Would you like to move your bedroom?”
“Nah, it’s fine.”
“Then, I’ll prepare the meal.”
“Just fruits.
To the balcony.”

Björn, leaving a short order, entered the bathroom.
After a long shower of cool water, a table on the balcony of the bedroom awaited him.

He stared at the view under his feet, drinking a cold whiskey soda.
The great fountain of water, known as the specialty of the Schwerin Palace, was dancing.
Gold statues decorating the fountain and breaking water streams glimmered under the cremated spring star.

Björn’s gaze reached the waterway where the stream of water flowed past the fountain and followed the slope of the stairs connecting the Grand Park and the garden.
There was still a loud roar coming from the river Abit, which reached the end of the long waterway.

“His Highness, the Prince has finished eating.”

Greg, who came in a hurry, said when Björn was about to place his glass on the table.

After wiping the remaining water off his finger with a napkin, Björn nodded shortly, picking up an apple.
Shortly after the butler left, Leonid entered the bedroom, striding up and sitting opposite to him.
It was obvious that he ran away from the rowing practice.

“Your Highness, the Crown Prince.”

Björn greeted his younger brother elegantly, contrary to his arrogant posture with his legs crossed.
When his head flicked, water droplets at the end of his platinum strands dripped down.

With Leonid staring at him as if amazed, Björn looked down at the great fountain in the garden.
The crunchy pulp he took from the fruit was as sweet as the scent of flowers hovering in the wind.

“Tell me what you need.”

After the servants had the prince’s share of the ride withdrawn, Björn faced Leonid with squinted eyes.

Schwerin, where the Grand Duke’s Palace was located, was a resort city where nobles of Letchen visited to spend the summer.
It was still early, but the prince, who was crazy about coordination, moved to the Schwerin Palace early on and added in his brother’s daily life.

With a light sigh, Leonid replied by dropping the newspaper he had brought on the table.
The first page of the famous tabloid, which specialized in social gossip, contained a large picture of its regular customer, Björn Denyster.

[Is the royal poisonous mushroom all right?]

Björn’s forehead crumpled at the ridiculous headline.

“Poisonous mushroom?”
“You didn’t know? I thought it was your new nickname?”

Poisonous mushroom.

After a slow review, Björn laughed, putting down the paper.
However, the fact that they put a pretty nice picture was a praiseworthy article.

“Gladys is coming back to Letchen.”

Leonid, who was still looking at the side view of Björn’s face, carefully opened his mouth.
Gladys.
The scandal caused by the name erased the smirk off Björn’s lips.

The tabloid’s article, which he read thoroughly, also contained the news about Gladys Hartford, the princess of Lars, who decided to spend the summer in Letchen.

A beautiful princess who was once loved by all of Letchen.
But the return of the unfortunate woman, who was betrayed by her husband and lost her child, was indeed a gossip that people could go crazy about.
With her ex-husband, who was once a prince but was now strategized as the poisonous mushroom, a more plausible picture would be created.

“Are you going to appeal, Björn?”
“Let’s see.”

Björn’s attitude was serious enough to make Leonid laugh.

Björn, who stopped taking a bite off the apple, wiped the juice from his fingers while leaning back on the chair.
The eyes that did not contain much emotion were just calm.

Spring.
It was a good season for poisonous mushrooms to grow.